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Overt Religiosity	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 11791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dream Walks
            Annabelle opened her eyes feeling strange and sat up looking down at herself. Her eyes went wide when she ran her hand over the burgundy satin nightgown she lay in. This wasn’t the pajamas she had gone to sleep in. Sitting up a little more she looked around realizing she wasn’t inside in a bed either. It was more like a stone bench in the middle of an unfamiliar clearing surrounded by forest trees. Moonlight casting an eerie glow over everything around her. This had to be a dream, it felt so surreal.
            Standing up she looked down at the nightgown she was wearing, a bit more revealing and sexy then she’d ever worn and felt a little exposed. “Well now, this is a vision of loveliness.” Annabelle’s eyes went wide as she turned around seeing Caleb standing at the edge of the clearing. He wasn’t wearing what he usually wore, jeans a button down long sleeved shirt and his preachers collar. Instead he wore onyx black, like suits she’d seen when she was little at her families funeral, worn by those who’d come to mourn with her.
            “Caleb?” She said not certain if she believed her own eyes or senses. It all felt real but it seemed wrong.
            “Yes darlin’.” He said with his usual charming smile as he approached her. “Did you miss me?” He asked.
            “I . . .” She looked down at herself and crossed her arms around her feeling even more self-conscious about what she was wearing then when she thought she was alone. “I’m . . .” She said trying to form a thought let alone words.
            “Don’t do that sweetheart.” He said stepping close and unwrapping her arms from around her, “You don’t ever have to hide yourself from me.” Annabelle starred at his hands as he rested hers on his shoulders and wrapped his hands around her waist. It felt real, she could feel his hands on her, she could even feel him breathing. “Was starting to wonder if I was ever going to see you again. You been away so long.”
            Annabelle was finding herself less and less uncomfortable as she looked into his eyes. The charming gentle manner that he was known for sweeping her away as he pulled her closer against him.
            “I didn’t mean to go,” She said looking into his blue eyes, “I woke up and . . .you weren’t there. They said that they’d taken me away, so I would be safe . . . .”
            “Shhhhhh,” He said to quiet her rambling words, “I don’t hold it against ya. I know you didn’t take off leaving me behind. You’d never do that to me. To us.”
            “Us?” She said her defenses going up a little bit as he tended to refer to himself and the First a lot.
            “Well yeah.” He said leaning down close resting his forehead against hers, “Me and our baby.” He said. Annabelle was a little shocked as he didn’t seem to be preaching to her or trying to control or discipline her like she’d come to expect when something like this happened out of her control or not. It must have been a dream. Caleb, the real Caleb, would have been angry with her for not returning to him right away, the first chance she got to escape.
            “Did you come for me?” She asked.
            “Absolutely. I’ve been heartsick, you being gone from me. Not knowin’ if your alright or if you’re safe from harm. I can’t protect ya if I can’t see ya and don’t know where you are.” He explained wrapping his arms around her. Annabelle closed her eyes feeling him hold her and melted into his arms resting her head against his chest a sense of relief washing over her. “That’s my girl.” He said holding her tight.
            After a few moments he pulled back and leaned down kissing her deeply. It caught Annabelle off guard and let her know this was definitely a dream. Shocked a moment she kissed him back before the kiss broke and she looked up at him with awe in her eyes. He grinned seeing her look, “Remember when we were married? Our wedding night we had before we left that backwood town I found you in?” He whispered.
            “It seems like ages ago.” She said, “It’s . . . A faded memory.”
            “Perhaps it’s time you had a new one.” He kissed her again before she could respond and this time she eagerly kissed him back. If it was her dream and her husband, what could be the sin in it? After a few moments passed by and things became more heated between them, he swept her up into his arms and turned carrying her back to a patch of soft clover and laying down with her.
            Caleb kissed her again his arms still wrapped tight around her as he felt her smiling against his lips. He pulled back and looked down into her eyes, “What?” He asked seeing the sparkle, and the happy expression on her face.
            “I have missed you.” She said reaching up resting her hand resting against his cheek. “I have so much to tell you, about everything that’s happened, what I’ve learned since I was taken away . . .” She said but he stopped her.
            “There’s time for that later, darlin’.” He said, “Right now I just want to feel you against me, hold you in my arms . . . Be in you again.” Annabelle could hardly argue with him at this point, she was sufficiently seduced by his easy manner and his touch. When it seemed she was going to surrender to him, he began to kiss her again and she returned every affection.
            When she was awake, and with Caleb she was always afraid when they lay together to show to much enthusiasm, or that she may have been enjoying herself, or even that she wanted him when he took her into his bed. It seemed like he could turn so easily with just the slightest wrong move. Sometimes he could turn on her because he was angry at himself for being such a weak willed man and succumbing to his baser instincts and allowing himself to be tempted into the carnal pleasures of the flesh, as though it was her fault. For being pretty, for arousing such a desires in him, that he didn’t hate her like he hated all others of the female race. He was by no means sane, but there were moments brief as they were, that gave Annabelle hope. Moments where it felt like he cared about her, that he wanted her as more then a slave to his every demand. Moments where his touches were gentle and kind like he was before they ran afoul of the First.
            Caleb was a handsome man, not just to her but to most women he could charm with just a few words. A boyish smile, a confidence, a masterful way of conducting himself that drew girls in and set them aflame with desires.
            ‘It ain’t wrong is it preacher? To be drawn to the power?’ One of his victims had asked just moments before he slashed them open spilling their blood on the ground. There was a power, but it only wore a mask of righteousness. Annabelle had seen what was behind it first hand, but she always seemed to find herself drawn back to him over and over again.
            A while later, Caleb held her looking down into her eyes as he made love to her. Gentle, slow, strong lavishing deep kisses of affection and caressing her skin as his body moved against hers. He slid his fingers into her hair cupping her head in his hand before moving to kiss her throat and her shoulders. Annabelle was lost in his embrace letting the pure joy and pleasure of it all wash over her in waves.
            Rolling them over so she was on top of him, Annabelle sat up and began to ride him as his hands clasped to her hips guiding her body as she moved. She had grown bold, looking down into his eyes meeting his gaze when before she would close her eyes tight feeling embarrassed and somewhat humiliated as she worked to bring him to his climax. Her hair was loose and hung about her shoulders, her skin glistening with a slight sheen of sweat in the moonlight, her hands resting on his chest to steady herself before he could hardly resist and sat up beneath her finding her lips again, Annabelle’s hands on either side of his face returning the hungry kiss.
            The intense and passionate intimacy between them lasted for hours, over and over again. She wasn’t afraid of him here, and felt free to be herself and show him all the attention and affection she’d hidden for years, terrified that he might see it and think she was trying to tempt him away from his notion of virtue and punish her for it.
            She lay resting her head on his chest, her eyes closed just basking in the feeling as he stroked her hair. However it wasn’t to last as she began to feel something pulling at her. Trying to take her away without her consent. Her arms wrapped around him and she clung to him, “No,” She said in an almost desperate tone, “I don’t want to wake up. Not yet.”
            “You have to darlin’” He said, “They’re taking you from me again.”
            She sat up and looked at him, “No, I want to stay here with you.” She said clinging to his arm. Caleb sat up beside her. “Please, I don’t want to go.”
            “Shhhh,” He said holding her arms, “I’m waitin’ for ya. All ya gotta do is come on back to me.” He cupped her cheek in his hand. “You want to be with me, don’t ya?” He asked. Reaching up she held his hand against her face with both of hers. “Then come home.”
            Caleb pulled her close and kissed her one last time, and much to Annabelle’s dismay she opened her eyes finding her ears filled with an alarm clock beep. She looked around finding herself back where she had fallen asleep, in the purple pajamas with the fluffy sheep they had gotten for her to wear. Reaching over she hit the ‘off’ button and just remained in bed starring at the ceiling, thinking about the dream she’d had.
            Back at the Vineyard, Caleb’s eyes opened about the same time. He opened his mouth as a black smoke like cloud flooded out of him causing him to cough slightly. The First appeared nearby as Caleb caught his breath and lay back down.
            “That was educational.” It said looking at him.
            “Wasn’t it just.” He said starring at the ceiling lost in thought thinking about the dream as well. “You weren’t there the entire time.” He said.
            “No, it was nausiating to watch you two. I could only take so much before I left you to weave your dark magic.” It said sarcasticly. “You’re going to need a shower after all that sweaty activity and scrub just to get yourself clean. You think she got the message?” It asked.
            “She’ll be back soon.” He answered. The First had a devious smile on it’s face at this news and disappeared. “She won’t stay away for long. I felt her.” He said aloud to himself, finding the unexpected connection with her a bit stronger and deeper then he had anticipated. He laced his fingers together over his chest and closed his eyes. He was rained after the experience of being filled for hours with the pure evil that allowed him to take that excursion into the dream world, and no doubt the First was drained as well and needed time to regain it’s energy it had used.

To Be Continued . . . .
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